When my friend texted me early Sunday morning the news that Kobe had passed away, I didn’t believe it. Even as a Phoenix Suns fan, I thought it was some weird joke and was waiting for the punchline. The punchline never came and after a few minutes of waiting I went on Twitter and there it was. Kobe Bryant died in a helicopter crash.
Whoa. Heavy.
People die tragically every day. Just a couple of weeks ago, a plane was shot down by an Iranian missile carrying 176 passengers. War almost broke out. But for whatever reason—probably due to my own narrow view of life—the tragedy never hit home like this one did.